Victoria Parker: How much for your daughter?

"Gee, you got all stiff and stuff," she whispered.

"I'm sooo sorry. How ridiculous. Please forgive me," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Amy rubbed on his cock with her palm. It got harder, bigger.

"Gee, sir!"

"I'm sorry. I, ah… well… perhaps you have the stain out now."

But Amy clutched his hard cock, squeezed on it, then looked up at his impassioned face.

"But now there's this thing here," she whispered.

"But, please, my dear."

Amy took his fly down, reached in and withdrew his eight-and-a-half-inch prick. She cupped his cock-stalk in her tiny hand.

"You're so hard," she whispered. "God, your mom!"

"The shower's still on. It'll be a while before she comes down. Should I play with this prick?"

"God, yes! Please!" he panted.

Amy clutched the thick prick stick with both hands and bent down, looked at the fizzing fuckhead, then kissed the tip with her sweet, pink lips.

"Ohhhhh, shhhh, ahhhhh, Amy!" he babbled.

"But should I be doin' this, Mr. Crane?" He was lost in passion.

"No, no, you should stop, but, but…"

"But you want me to keep on."

"Would you?"

"I could play with your prick some more before Mom comes down if you want me to. Should I suck on it?"

"Oh, Goddddd, would you?" Amy slicked her tongue over the wet pricktip and took his cock into her warm, little mouth and started sucking.

He stiffened. "Ahhhhh, Jesus, Amy!"

A sizzling ecstasy swept through the dignified-looking banker. He looked down with wrinkles of passion on his handsome face. His eyes sparkled with passion as they watched the beautiful young cheerleader seal her pink lips around his cock, watched her cheeks cave in as she sucked his demanding prick.

Amy glanced up, saw how hot he was, loved the look on Mr. Crane's face. She lifted off his prick.

"I better not suck on it too long, huh?" she whispered.

She held his cock with both hands. The prick stalk throbbed like a wiggling fish in her grip.

"Damn, damn!" he whispered back to her.

Amy pumped slowly on the thick prick. "It's spittin' and squishin' and stuff," she said.

"God, you're wonderful!" he gasped.

Amy smiled, licked her tongue over her lips, bent down and swiped the gooping cum from the tip of his prick.

"Oooohhh, ohhh!" he cried. "You little doll! How old are you?"

"I'm a freshman in high school, sir."

He leaned forward and cupped her tits in his hand, felt their youthful roundness. His cock thumped.

Amy cooed, "We could fuck a little before Mom comes down if you wanna, but we'd have to hurry up."

"Oh, shit!" Mr. Crane sobbed. "Yes, yes, fuck a little, fuck a little!"

Amy stood up.

"I'll take my panties off," she said, then hiked her skirt and skimmed her yellow bloomers down her tanned legs.

She whipped them off, and mounted Mr. Crane. He fisted his cock and punched it into her pussy.

"Ah, ooooh, it's in my cunny!" Amy whimpered, looking down, seeing the thick prick plug her pussy.

"Honey doll!" Mr. Crane gulped. Amy started to buck on top of him, riding his cock, fucking in and out, around and around.

He held her with his hands on her trim waist. Mr. Crane loved the way she took his prick. He looked up into her pretty face.

"You're beautiful!" he cried passionately.

"You're fuckin' me!" she said. "I know I am!"

"God, Mr. Crane!"

"Amy, Amy!" he called. "This is wonderful!"

"Feels good, doesn't it, sir?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Fuckin' up a storm like this on the couch!"

"Fuck my cock, little Amy!"

"That's what I'm doin', Mr. Crane!"

"Don't ever stop!"

Janet walked in from the kitchen. "My God!" she yelped. "Mr. Crane!" Mr. Crane looked up in surprise. "What are you doin' to my little girl?"

"He's fuckin' me, Mom!"

"Oh, my God! You licentious lout!" Janet yipped. "How could you do this, and in my own home?"

"Amy, you get off him right now!" Janet barked.

"But, Mom, I'll bet Mr. Crane would let me consult his bank if I let him fuck me, huh, sir?"

"I… er… consult?"

"Yeah, I could give you good ideas," Amy said.

"No, you get off him. We have more consulting contracts than we can handle!" Janet wailed.

"Yes, consult! Of course! Anything! Just let her fuck me!" Mr. Crane called.

Amy bucked up and down wildly now on the rich banker, banging her thighs and ass on top of him, sucking up and down on his long, thick prick.

"Do you want a consulting deal, Mr. Crane?" Janet asked.

"Yes."

"We could give you ideas on how to get new customers, couldn't we Amy?"

"Damn right!" Amy huffed.

Mr. Crane's prick felt so good in her little pussy. She loved fucking older men like this. She wanted to scream with joy.

"Yes, yes, you're hired!"

"We have a contract right here, Mr. Crane," Janet said.

She walked to an end table and picked up a contract the lawyer had drawn up.

"Just sign here," she said, handing the contract to Mr. Crane. "I'll fill in the details. It will cost you three thousand a month to hire us."

"Do I get to keep fuckin' Amy?" he trembled.

"You sure do," Amy said. "You can fuck me a lot if you'll sign."

She bounced good and hard on the man. He took the contract and a pen from Janet. He scrawled his name.

"Okay, fuck him, Amy! Give him a good fuck! Show him what a good deal he just made!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Amy puffed, bouncing high and hard, fucking like a wild animal on his squirting prick.

"Oh, honey!" Mr. Crane mumbled. "He likes fuckin' me, Mom!"

"I can tell, Amy!"

"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" Mr. Crane yelled.

"He's gonna cum, Mom!"

Mr. Crane let the good feeling consume him as his cock spurted out a huge, thick load of cum into Amy's young pussy.

The fucking friction itched Amy into her own climax. She gasped loudly, sucked in her breath and held it, then shuddered like a bucking bronco on top of the banker.

"Fuck me, Mr. Crane!" she shouted. "Fuck me, you Goddamn guy!"

The next Monday morning at Ryder High, Amy received word she was to report to Mr. Tuttle's office. Amy wondered what she might have done to be called to the headmaster's office. Such a summons was never good news.

The beautiful young lass walked to his office, her fine ass wagging under her short school skirt.

Mr. Tuttle got up from behind his huge oak desk as she went into his office.

"Good morning, Miss Cosgrove," he said sternly. "Please sit down."

Amy took a soft black leather chair in front of the desk. She snuggled into it so beautifully, so fetchingly, her blue skirt high on her thighs in pleated ripples. Her tight pink sweater looked juicy with the push of her tits.

Her long hair was done in the familiar ponytail with bangs on her forehead. Her blue knee socks were tight on her calves, and her blue and white saddle, shoes fit with a new shine on her feet.

"It's about the way you performed at the football game last Friday," he said.

"Yes?"

"Well, my dear, that was a very salacious performance and bordered on being lewd."

Amy was stunned. "It did?"

"Yes, and we absolutely cannot have that type of behavior. We will not tolerate it."

"What kind of behavior do you mean, sir?"

"Showing off the way you were on the field, tossing up your skirt, those exaggerated moves. It's not good for the school. We have a reputation to uphold."

"But I didn't do anything wrong. My mom was here for the game, and she thought I did just fine."

"Well, we had some complaints from some of the other parents, and that's why I've called you."

Mr. Tuttle wore a sharp three-piece suit. He was tall, and Amy guessed he was somewhere in his forties.

"Well gee I…" Amy stammered, not knowing what to say about this new development.